Author S. K. Nicholas

Yes. Those eyes shaped like her sex. Hair across her breasts. A dress that preaches. A voice that carries through cries of despair. An upturned nose. Lips so wet and ripe. Peaches, so juicy and exotic. All that fruit, just begging to be tasted. Words, endless words. Bombs and childhood laughter. Windows and exit plans. Lovers, curled against the world. Don’t ever forget, what matters most. Don’t ever regret, those days that escaped. Fine strands of hair, and eyebrows not knowing what lies beyond. Black holes and sleepy heads. Teeth so white and pure. Sharp like intellect and shortened breath. Girl afraid, of all those feelings stirring within. Innocence lost. Birth upon her tongue, just wishing to be touched, by the one who covets. And oh, how they covet, each and every day. 

The head on the door. Bodies in the desert. Skeletons of youth, crumbling beneath a boiling sun. Lonely carcass, picking holes in the nature of man. Fingers seeking divinity, away from doomed devotion. Always rising, but still so low in the face of beauty. Creeping patterns, merging without reason. Dreams and illusion. Moonchild, dancing with the shadows at dawn. These days, they know only hurt. Echoes of all that should of been. Yearning hearts, blissfully unaware of what’s on the other side. The line between love and loss, so fragile like winter leaves. Cold mornings, wrapped up safe from the cruel wind. Monsters held at arms length. Old clock towers. Buildings vacant and obscure. Relics of lost love. Remnants, of all that used to be. Journals of a plague lover, searching for some kind of truth.

Islands in her eyes. Times hand can’t touch her. Darkness makes way for light, with her body shining through the night. A lighthouse, to all those lost at sea. I’m moving wheels, spinning out of control. These days can’t touch me. The chains of modern living can’t keep me restrained. Kept prisoner no more, my spirit illuminates all that wish to see. Absence made me. Failure saved me. From the ashes of destruction, came the remedy for my salvation. No barriers. Only madness and belief, and the power to gaze through all that has no meaning. There’s something more. Something that wills me forwards. A secret that calls my name. It’s in the breeze. In the droplets of rain that hit the window, and in the clouds that swirl above my head. There’s more than this, so much more. All you have to do is take my hand. Follow me down into the rabbit hole, and never look back.